Prologue:
' A brown patched kit bubbled up and down the den made from hollowed reeds with her brown pelted friend. The new den they were in, was crowded and had a strange new fishy scent to it.
The patched kit gave a surprise attack, lunging at her friend. The two of them tussled in dust, squealing with delight. They rolled toward one of their strange new clanmates. The she-cat shuddered and tensed back as they neared.
Their was a sudden and clear yap that pierced the air, "Stay away from them!". The patched kit turned to the stern eyes of her mother. Using her long fluffy tail, the patched kit's mother drawed her into the safety of her belly. Protecting her prized kits. The brown kit's mother rushed over and struggled to carry the growing kit by his scruff.
The patched kit gave up and sunk down into the fur of mother, in a huff. Her litter-mate, a silver tabby she-cat, nervously buried her head deeper into her mother's pelt as the patched kit laid down.
The Patch-kited took a another look at the new queens and whispered to her mother, "What's wrong with them? Why can't I go near them.".
Her mother spoke in a hushed tone, "They're not like us. Those are the cats that have taken our prey, land, camp. They're good for nothing, fish eaters. You hear me? They're a mockery of all good hard-working wild cats.".
She countuined, "You've got strong kin and you don't want to be mixing yourself with selfish cats". Her eyes moved to hover over a tiny bundle of ginger fur, asleep, "Or weaklings…". '
Chapter 1:
Snow stared into the large lush forest that lay beyond his small garden. The fresh scents and rich colours seemed to calling to him to return to a life he had lost long ago. Just then the fence under Snow's paws violently shock as a larger cat leapt onto it. It was Lucky, his mentor and only friend. The Elderly she-cat had grief in her eyes, "Watching over the forest again, I see.", Snow managed to read from her lip movement. "Yeah." Snow probably said in a low voice.
He began to claw the Wooden fence in frustration. Should he tell her? Lucky however, just seemed to be oblivious to Snow's irritation. Snow could only let out a long lasting sigh. There was no way around it. He slowly turned his head to lucky and mewed "I have to leave.".
Surprisingly, Lucky gave an understanding nod, "I knew this day would come eventually.". Snow tipped his head to the side in confusion, "But why are you so willing to give me up? I thought you were lonely before the two-legs brought me here.", he questioned.
"Because you're Clan-born. I don't blame for wanting to leave, it's just in your blood. It wouldn't be fair for you send the rest of your life here where you'll just be unhappy." giving a small smile after finishing speaking.
Snow glanced at Lucky with sad eyes. Her head was hang low in sadness. Snow got up to his paws and held his head high, "I changed my mind. I won't go. It unfair on you, I won't allow you to be lonely.". Lucky breathing sped up in a chuckle, giving Snow a lick to the back of the ear. Snow did his best not to act embarrassed. She gave a playful sigh, "You're a funny kitten, you know that. But every chick's time eventually comes to fled the nest and now your time. You need to return to where you belong.", Snow slowly nodded. To be honest, she was completely right.
Snow glanced into the mysterious forest once more, his heart pounding with excitement. He just wanted to leap off this fence and ran into the wonders beyond, to never look back. However he paws still remained firmly rooted to the wood. Lucky lay her tail tip on Snow's shoulder, she meowed, "You don't have to leave right this heartbeat. You should at least have something to eat before going all the way to the clans."
"Oh yeah. Good idea.", realising that running off without a plan would be a pretty mouse-drained move. Lucky lead the way back into the garden. Just like always; two silver dishes were neatly placed side by side right by the red stone wall with a little window. Snow sat down by the left dish with his tail laid over his paws. While Lucky sat by the door. With a single Mew, the door instantly opened to show an Elderly female two-leg. It carried a small grey dish with colourful markings around its sides.
Snow took a moment to take in the juicy meaty smells. Slowly, the Two-leg filled the two dishes with soft-meat. Snow's fur pricked when he looked at his House-folk's calm face. Was it even aware of what he was planning? Though Snow quickly banished though thoughts to the back of his mind. Snow's belly clawed at him to eat. Well can't argue with your stomach. Snow dived into his food like an angry hawk.
Snow sat in the shade of large tall oak tree in the late noon sun, washing his front paws. He licked his lips from a satisfying meal. But Snow couldn't imagine the satisfaction he would get, when he actually managed to catch his food all by himself. He looked up at the clear blue sky filled with these fluffy flying sheep, lucky had told him about. He would sleeping under the stars from now on. Not the low sky of the Two-leg nests any more.
Snow ears twitched with excitement that the Clan-life would bring him; the adventure, the fresh meat, jumping from tree to tree like a squirrel, the freedom of running through the forest with the skill to take on any annoying loners and rouges that would get in your way.
A red leaf drifted down from the high branches of the oak tree. Snow dashed forward, grabbing it in mid-air. He landed on all four with the leaf firmly in his grasp. Snow purred with excitement. Dashing into a nearby pile of leaves, spending down a wave red and yellow rain. Meanwhile Lucky hovered just around the back of the garden.
Snow nodded to his friend. Without another moment to waste, his legs spent him flying though the air, the wind in his face. Narrowly clearing the fence, he landed on the other side with a *thump* on the other side. Taking on last deep breath, he began his journey into the forest.